Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.

All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Banda Bassotti, The Fuzztones, Ten City, Bluetip, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Mummies, Cymande, Guru Guru, Rekid, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Moleskins, 8 Eyed Spy, The Saints, The Doobie Brothers, Shuggie Otis, Television, Crispian St. Peters, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Junior Murvin, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Quando Quango, Fluxion, Josef K, The Divine Comedy, Negative Approach, Soft Cell, Minor Threat, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Das Ding, U.S. Maple, The Gories, Altered Images, Desert Stars, Adolescents, Beasts of Bourbon, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Arcadia, Henry Cow, Ralphi Rosario, Lonnie Liston Smith, Ultra Naté, Simply Red, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Severed Heads, Idris Muhammad, Ronan, Morten Harket, Kerri Chandler, Letta Mbulu, The Jesus and Mary Chain, ABBA, Joy Division, New York Dolls, Goldenarms, Hardrive, Joensuu 1685, Jeff Mills, Delon & Dalcan, Eurythmics, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)